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Dennis Sampson


Liz Every Day

Reassurance is seeing this fig tree hoping for even greater intimacy with the porch. Who'd notice when the eye seemed lost to thought and thought a fly in the dark? Not I. Suddenly it comes to consciousness this morning. Spare the metaphor. Speak. S [...]


Let me remember instead how still were the maples in the silence of Wednesday night, lamplight shining up into their long gowns from this window, how that star drew across the sky all other stars, a martyrdom for order in the cosmos. Justice is that [...]